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p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-style: inherit; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 0px auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5;"Dick and Bludhaven PD raid a fighting ring and meet an unusual young man./p
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p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-style: inherit; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5;""Hey Grayson, you ready to raid?!," I turned around to see my old, overweight partner, Henry, giving some sort of police gang sign? /p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-style: inherit; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5;""Henry, I think you should stick to the traffic stops." I rolled my eyes, I was the youngest detective on the force and even after 3 years they still treated me like a kid, but at least they respected me when it counted./p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-style: inherit; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5;"When I came from Gotham 3 years ago I had a faked resume, thanks to Gordon, that gave me a detective shield and the freedom to do some good away from Robin. Even after proving myself on the streets, that I wasn't some rookie cop with high-up connections, I still went home feeling empty. Being a cop did let me fill some of the void left by my departure from Robin, but I needed more, more control, more freedom and at that time more violence. I was angry, I blamed Bruce, but with time I've come to realize the anger was more at myself, so I've channeled it, into Nightwing. I've been Det. Dick Grayson and Nightwing now long enough that Robin is just a fait memory, like a bad ex-girlfriend. You think about them fondly till you remember just how shity they actually were. /p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-style: inherit; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5;""Uhhh Grayson, I don't know what cloud your sitting on, but I was serious about the raid. Tactical is leaving in 10," it was Henry's turn to roll his eyes. He was an old jaded cop that had seen Bludhaven crash into the hands of criminals and street savvy officials, but he kept his nose clean and showed up everyday, more than I could say about the rest of the PD. /p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-style: inherit; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5;"'Shit.' I had forgotten we where raiding that underground fighting ring in the warehouse district tonight. These underground fighting rings where popping up all over Budhaven. Thankfully they didn't come with the whore houses and the human trafficking that had came in tow with The Jokers fight houses, but nonetheless they were spreading like a /\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\/p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-style: inherit; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5;"SWAT had broken down the doors, gathering the fight-ring attendees that hadn't snaked away through the escape doors. When the team had entered the thugs had scattered like ants from water, criminals pulled their guns, crime bosses jumped behind their bodyguards and strippers screamed. The only person that hadn't tried to high tail it away from our wave of cops and assault weapons was this kid. He had waited in the make shift locker rooms with his hands in the air, no fight, and no problem. I say kid, but he looked around the same age as me. I approached him cautiously /p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-style: inherit; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5;""I'm Detective Dick Grayson, how are you tonight?" that seemed like a ridiculous question on my part, seeing as he was surrounded by police officers. Henry had asked me to question him briefly, since he had played the silent game with my colleagues. /p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-style: inherit; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5;"His stony blue eyes met mine. He seemed familiar somehow, the way the blue in his eyes looked almost green around the pupil was something that struck me as recognizable. I couldn't place him, because I was sure I didn't know him. Plus, I would remember scars like that. His bare chest rivaled my own, there were light discolored scars covering most of his bare skin, with some large enough that I couldn't imagine what they were made with, a fucking sword?/p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-style: inherit; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5;""I'm alive" is all he said; I almost forgot I had asked him a question. Before I could look any more erratic I began asking him some routine questions./p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-style: inherit; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5;""Do you have a name?" I said, still fixated by his eyes. /p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-style: inherit; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5;""I have always just been called JJ."He said, I nodded writing down what I thought was a nickname till he continued, making me stop taking notes with his /"I wouldn't bother writing it down Detective you'll never find me, I have no records."/p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-style: inherit; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5;"I looked at him and smiled, "everyone has a birth certificate, JJ once we get you down to the stati.." /p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-style: inherit; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5;"he cut me off, "not me detective, not me"/p
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p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-style: inherit; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 0px auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5;"Dick and Bludhaven PD raid a fighting ring and meet an unusual young man./p
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p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-style: inherit; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5;""Hey Grayson, you ready to raid?!," I turned around to see my old, overweight partner, Henry, giving some sort of police gang sign? /p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-style: inherit; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5;""Henry, I think you should stick to the traffic stops." I rolled my eyes, I was the youngest detective on the force and even after 3 years they still treated me like a kid, but at least they respected me when it counted./p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-style: inherit; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5;"When I came from Gotham 3 years ago I had a faked resume, thanks to Gordon, that gave me a detective shield and the freedom to do some good away from Robin. Even after proving myself on the streets, that I wasn't some rookie cop with high-up connections, I still went home feeling empty. Being a cop did let me fill some of the void left by my departure from Robin, but I needed more, more control, more freedom and at that time more violence. I was angry, I blamed Bruce, but with time I've come to realize the anger was more at myself, so I've channeled it, into Nightwing. I've been Det. Dick Grayson and Nightwing now long enough that Robin is just a fait memory, like a bad ex-girlfriend. You think about them fondly till you remember just how shity they actually were. /p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-style: inherit; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5;""Uhhh Grayson, I don't know what cloud your sitting on, but I was serious about the raid. Tactical is leaving in 10," it was Henry's turn to roll his eyes. He was an old jaded cop that had seen Bludhaven crash into the hands of criminals and street savvy officials, but he kept his nose clean and showed up everyday, more than I could say about the rest of the PD. /p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-style: inherit; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5;"'Shit.' I had forgotten we where raiding that underground fighting ring in the warehouse district tonight. These underground fighting rings where popping up all over Budhaven. Thankfully they didn't come with the whore houses and the human trafficking that had came in tow with The Jokers fight houses, but nonetheless they were spreading like a /\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\/p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-style: inherit; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5;"SWAT had broken down the doors, gathering the fight-ring attendees that hadn't snaked away through the escape doors. When the team had entered the thugs had scattered like ants from water, criminals pulled their guns, crime bosses jumped behind their bodyguards and strippers screamed. The only person that hadn't tried to high tail it away from our wave of cops and assault weapons was this kid. He had waited in the make shift locker rooms with his hands in the air, no fight, and no problem. I say kid, but he looked around the same age as me. I approached him cautiously /p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-style: inherit; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5;""I'm Detective Dick Grayson, how are you tonight?" that seemed like a ridiculous question on my part, seeing as he was surrounded by police officers. Henry had asked me to question him briefly, since he had played the silent game with my colleagues. /p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-style: inherit; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5;"His stony blue eyes met mine. He seemed familiar somehow, the way the blue in his eyes looked almost green around the pupil was something that struck me as recognizable. I couldn't place him, because I was sure I didn't know him. Plus, I would remember scars like that. His bare chest rivaled my own, there were light discolored scars covering most of his bare skin, with some large enough that I couldn't imagine what they were made with, a fucking sword?/p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-style: inherit; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5;""I'm alive" is all he said; I almost forgot I had asked him a question. Before I could look any more erratic I began asking him some routine questions./p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-style: inherit; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5;""Do you have a name?" I said, still fixated by his eyes. /p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-style: inherit; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5;""I have always just been called JJ."He said, I nodded writing down what I thought was a nickname till he continued, making me stop taking notes with his /"I wouldn't bother writing it down Detective you'll never find me, I have no records."/p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-style: inherit; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5;"I looked at him and smiled, "everyone has a birth certificate, JJ once we get you down to the stati.." /p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-style: inherit; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5;"he cut me off, "not me detective, not me"/p
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